Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 6: The Interruption

     I didn't have the voice to ask where he was taking me, I just let him hold my hand as we meander to the kitchen. "Sorry to drag you with me. I just had to get outta there," he explains as he pours himself a gin and tonic.
     "Oh...it's fine," I slur, trying my hardest to keep my eyelids from closing as I grew drowsy.
     He notices this and smiles, quickly finishing the drink before offering his hand again. I force a smile as well before allowing my hand to envelope in his.
     "Have you ever drank before?" He chuckles, leading me out of the kitchen and towards a flight of stairs that led up to where a few people lingered and talked. Passing a few people on the way up, I stumble, falling right into his arms as I do so.
     "Uh...no," I stammer, his hands holding me by my waist as mine grasp his shoulders. His smile only grows bigger as he shakes his head at my clumsiness. "S-sorry."
     "Don't worry about it. You should sit down," he urges, leading me down a long hall until we met a door at the end. He turns the knob and pushes it open to reveal a large, white bedroom that was bound to be his.
     "Oh wow," I blink, my eyelids growing heavier by the passing second. "Is this your room?" I ask as I hear him close the door behind us. "God, I should not have drank all that," I sigh, holding my head in my hands.
     He appears next to me, taking me in his arms once more before leading me over to the made bed. "Yeah, I wouldn't trust Hoseok with anything, especially truth or dare," he shrugs, taking a seat with me following right after him. "I must say though, I was impressed by your handling of it."
     I let out a groan in response. I wasn't impressed with myself at all. My head felt too heavy to carry on my stick neck and everything was wavy. I didn't even notice his ringed hand still holding mine as I gazed carelessly around.
     I hear him let out a sharp exhale for a laugh, my head slowly turning to find him smiling at me. "Dea?" He asks, my name slipping off his tongue so nicely. "Do you...well, when you drank downstairs to Yoongi's question...who did you find attractive in the circle?" He asks, his question going in one of my ears and out the next.
     "Huh?" I ask, my eyebrows raising as my head continued to spin in circles. My eyes gaze into his, admiring the unique color they possessed. "Gosh, I love your eyes," I slur, raising my shaky hand to try and touch the swirling whirlpools but his other hand stops me.
     "They're just contacts, sweetheart," he chuckles at my drunk side that I didn't even know existed. "You gonna answer my question?" He continues to chuckle as his smile withholds at the sight of me.
     "I...I..." I start, not knowing what to say. "What would you say...if it was you?" I reply, my grasp on my hand tightening as I see his eyes flicker down to my lips then back up to me.
     His lips spread into a smirk, pearly teeth peeking out as he does so. "Whoever said I had to say something?" He whispers, his hand raising up before cupping the entire one side of my face. My breathing grew heavy as I tried to focus on him without falling asleep or throwing up from anxiety and the drink.
     He was inching close...so close. I looked down at his perfect lips with their perfect shade of pink that I wanted on my own. I could feel his breath: hot with the smell of alcohol. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad.
     But just when I thought my lips would finally feel another's, the door bursts open to reveal a not so happy Jisoo. Tae immediately pulls away, leaving me almost falling over from the lack of support.
     "Taehyung! Where have you been? The girls and I have been looking for you," she crosses her arms, her flaming eyes landing on me while he just rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Who's this?" She asks, her tone thick with venom.  
     "I'm...gonna look for Jiwoo," I excuse myself, stumbling up and out of the room to the stairs. Tae left my mind, for it instead began to pound like crazy, as well as my stomach.
     "Where's Jiwoo?" I mumble, dragging myself down the stairs and around the house in search for my friend. My stomach gurgled more and more until I found myself running to the nearest restroom and over the toilet.
     Tears trickled down from the corners of my eyes as I vomited. My skin sat on the cool, tiled floor as I tried to hold my loose hair away from my face. Before I knew it, I was sobbing at the pain radiating from my body.
     My stomach hurt so bad and all I wanted was to make it go away. Continuing to hold my head over the toilet, I hadn't heard the door creak open behind me. I unexpectedly feel a set hands land on mine, holding my hair back for me.
     The replacement of hands didn't phase me, for I knew Jiwoo probably found me and was helping a first time drinker out. I vomited again and again, the hands gathering my hair into a ponytail with one hand while the other gentle rubbed my back.
     "Thanks...and I-I'm sorry for leaving you downstairs by yourself," I breathe before throwing up once again.
     The hand continued to rub my back as I finished, wiping my mouth with a bit of toilet paper afterwards. My hair continued to be held pack by the helpful set of hands that brought me great relief.
     "You shouldn't have drank so much. You're gonna hurt yourself," a low voice says behind me. My eyes widen as I realize it belonged to, definitely, not Jiwoo. Slowly turning around, my heart dropped at the sight of the one person I did not wish to see behind me.